Who invented sadness anyway? Who do you know who has lost a family member, a job, a limb, a life partner through divorce? Maybe you? It stinks. The grief and pain is horrendous.

Interesting the following quotes posted by Higher Awareness:

“Our sadness is an energy we discharge in order to heal. …Sadness is painful. We try to avoid it. Actually discharging sadness releases the energy involved in our emotional pain. To hold it in is to freeze the pain within us. The therapeutic slogan is that grieving is the ‘healing feeling.’” – John Bradshaw

“To weep is to make less the depth of grief.” — William Shakespeare

“There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and recovered hope.” — George Eliot

“Seek not happiness too greedily, and be not fearful of unhappiness.” — Lao-tzu

“When the heart grieves over what it has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.” — Sufi epigram

Surely there is a higher purpose behind grief?

Karen Salmansohn in her article “Feeling Means You’re Dealing and Healing” says, “Indeed, pain is actually your evolutionary buddy, serving as your life wake-up call and motivating you to evolve into your highest potential self.”

And there seems to be no good way around grief, only marching through it.

Says Anne Lamott: “Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work. You don’t give up.”

And maybe the most helpful quote comes from Dr. Seuss: “Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”

Surely somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly…

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?

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